Professor Snape Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend’s gestures. He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Primrose. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn’t please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense! When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile. “I’m Sienna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m not the target of his attention so please continue.”

They're all out to make me have a mental breakdown, one predator-pattern at a time. “I’m aware of my pulse, Sharon. I needed a solution, not a play-by-play,” a deep, slow voice replied. My stomach did that weird little flip it always did when Mr Ashford spoke. His voice was deep—Professor Snape deep—low and rhythmic. It was the kind of voice that made you want to lean in just to see if the air around him was vibrating. “So your solution is the tutor?” Sharon gestured toward the door, finally noticing me.

My heart hurts for him as he rambles on. “Professor, I’m in love with someone else.” “No, you can’t be; we were meant to be. You like Earl grey tea, and you’re the only woman who laughs at my ridiculous jokes.” “Professor, I’m...” I try to ease him off me, but he grabs my face and turns my head towards him before kissing my lips. The next second, Zayne pulls him off me, punches him in the face, and grabs him by the collar. “Zayne, no!!” I shout as Professor Stewart rolls on the ground. I run over to him as he clutches his jaw. Shit! I look up at Zayne.

was her reply before we got our books and went to class. I didn't really care if she was angry that I had new friends, I wasn't really ready for her drama and she didn't give me a call through-out the holidays, we didn't keep in touch. And she wasn't my problem right now, my problem was this hell hole I found myself in and you-know-who. ****** "Miss Black, what's the next step we're using?” “Professor snape I swear on Voldemort's nipple, it was Ron's idea” I blurted out as I looked up at the professor.

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

, I say sarcasm then says, “I put an alarm on for three hours so when it went off, I could give you another potion but you weren't fully awake when I got you to drink so.” “Oh… thanks! Why is she in your lap?” “She was having a nightmare and I couldn’t wake her up so I pulled her in my lap.”, I state bluntly. “Well, I’m glad she’s sleeping better, anyway want to know something?”, he says then asks. “Sure.” “A name that goes by the last name Sapping is supposed to teach us about Moonshadow’s oath and care of magical creatures along with potions.”, he says. “You said you were supposed to? So what happened?”, I ask, even if I know why.

“Right?! Maybe he really likes you.” I laughed. Like, a full snort-laugh that nearly knocked the sanity out of my skull. “Draco? Like me? Sasha, the guy wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire.” “But he’s your fiancé!” “And so is Voldemort to Bellatrix in fanfiction. Doesn’t mean it’s love.” Sasha blinked. “Wow. You’ve been hanging out with me too long.” “Clearly.” She grinned, looping her arm through mine as we started walking toward class. “Still. Whatever happened, it worked. Daniel’s out. You’re safe from his bullying. That’s a win.”

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.

Applying gentle pressure under her chin, he raised her face back to meet his gaze. All traces of arrogance evaporated, replaced by a deep, unwavering sincerity. "What are you afraid of, gorgeous?" he asked softly. Swallowing with difficulty, her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she confessed: "You're my university professor... and you're years older than me. What about the college? What about my family? They would never accept this if they found out! I'm not a game to you, and I refuse to be some fleeting fling in your office..."